Now That You're Not at #21 - The Murderburgers

Another night of fight or flight mode

Led me to the waterfront in Glasgow

Sympathetic police found me there in tears

And confiscated all my beers

I apologised and got the next train home

Where I filled up both sides of the paper

Folded it up, kept it for later

I meant every word that you never read

That got ripped up, thrown away instead

Hit reset and accepted that we’re done

And now that you’re not at #21

I’m not looking up for light

Or trying to track you down so I can say

«Girl, can you tell I’ve been running again?»

And nowadays I can think of better things to say

Than «girl, can you tell I’ve been running again?»

I’m out of breath, out of time, out of everything

Winter has long since been put to rest

And I can’t fault spring for trying its best

To make sure that it doesn’t hurt to stare at the sun

And to breathe colour into lifeless lungs

And teach me not to be afraid to smile

And to realise that everything is potentially worthwhile